The sight of the ladies at Wimbledon flashing their knickers at me as they serve has sent my mind into a rather pleasant sexual reverie.
Of course, my mind wanders of it's own volition to my last pussy adventure, with a lovely lass from Devon.
I recall I had been kissing, nibbling, biting and sucking on her lovely tits for some time before I uttered the immortal words, "I want to taste your pussy."
Her response amazed me. "Oh, I don't like that," she said.
"You don't? Give me five minutes," I said, "Let me change your mind.."
And she did. I've rarely known a pussy so wet...
